The Lodger

After this, getting a good look at Peter's willy became almost an obsession with me. Everytime he was in the shower, I'd find excuses to go past up to my room or linger on the stairs, dusting the handrail, in the hope of catching a glimpse through the crack of the door. Whenever Peter came out of his room in the morning, I'd just happen to be coming out of mine, or heading up the stairs, in the hope that he hadn't dressed yet. But somehow it never worked out.

Then, just before Christmas, I got my wish, but totally by accident. I came home from work about 4pm - a full hour and a half before Peter's knocking off time. I was bursting for the loo, and ran straight upstairs and into the bathroom. As I burst through the door, I realised someone was in the bathtub. Of course, it was Pete!

"Oh, sorry!" I blurted, backing hastily out and shutting the door.
"That's okay," he called. "Did you want the loo?"
"Yeah, but never mind, I can wait."
"No, don't worry; if you like I'll pull the curtain across and you can come on in. As long as it's not a number two!" He laughed.
I hesitated a moment, but I really was close to wetting myself. "Okay then. If you're sure."
"No prob.s!"

I heard the sound of the shower curtain pulling across, opened the door and headed for the loo. As I unzipped my jeans, I could feel my manhood stiffening slightly at the thought of taking a leak so close to the object of my growing desire. Down boy! I told myself, or you'll never be able to pee! Even though I knew Pete couldn't see anything from behind his curtain, I was careful to stand at an angle so my back was firmly towards him. The urine hitting the water in the bowl sounded like the roar of a waterfall. It seemed to take forever, then a quick shake, zip up and quickly rinse my hands... As I turned, to my amazement, the curtain swished back, and Peter's smiling face peered round.

"That was a piss and a half!" he grinned. "You gonna cook tea, or shall I?"

I'm not sure what I answered, but, as Pete leaned back in the bath my eyes were irresistably drawn down his chest, along the thin line of hair on his belly to the circle of dark curly fuzz below and, through the thin film of soap bubbles, I could just make out the pinkish shape of his youthful cock, not that big, but enticing nonetheless. I guess he can't have missed the direction of my gaze, for he shifted slightly, picking up his soap and flannel and began washing his leg, obscuring my view.

His smile seemed slightly nervous as he said "You just caught me playing with the soap!"

I wasn't quite sure how to take this, and was suddenly aware of the bulge that must be geting visible in my jeans, so just mumbled something and left the room. Well, I breathed, at last! Now I wonder how I can get a proper look!
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The inspiration came a day or two later. Somehow we got to talking about keeping fit; hard for me to believe, but Peter reckoned h'd not been getting any exercise outside of work for ages and was getting flabby. I KNEW I was!

"I know!" I said, "There's a new gym just opened down the road; they're advertising half-price membership. Why don't we both go down after Christmas and see about joining?"
"Brilliant!" he enthused, "Me and my brother used to work out a bit when we went to the caravan with mum and dad, but I haven't done anything for ages. That'd be cool!"

Not half! I thought. The idea of watching Pete flex his muscles in the weights room was appealing enough, but, of course, gyms also meant showers - and those who train together, shower together! An approving tingle stirred between my legs.

"Okay; it's a deal!"
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Next day, Pete left to stay with his dad in Newbury for Christmas. Remembering the afternoon in the bathroom, I handed him a small parcel as he left; inside was a rubber duck!

I had to work most of Christmas, but Pete had the whole week off, and it was January 1st before he came back.

"How was your Christmas?" I asked, as we settled down in front of the telly.
"Okay, I guess, "he said "We all went over to my gran's for lunch." He broke into a sheepish grin. "And you," he said, throwing a cushion at me, "I could kill you!"
"What have I done?" I asked, genuinely perplexed.
"That flipping duck!" he said. "I could have died."
"What d'you mean?"
""We always take our presents to grans and open them all together after dinner. Kind of a family tradition."
It began to dawn on me, as I remembered the message I'd written on the gift tag - "Thought you needed something else to play with in the bath!"
"Good job you'd added '..other than the soap!'" He chuckled. "Prat!"
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Before Pete had gone home, we'd agreed that we'd start decorating his room when he got back, so at the weekend, we needed to clear all the stuff out.

"But where do we put it all?" he asked.
"Well," I said, an idea taking shape in my head. "You could pile all the junk in my room and sleep on the sofa bed in the study. But there's not a lot of room, and I need to get in to use the computer. Or you could put most of it in the study, and sleep in the spare bed in my room. It's up to you, I'm easy either way."
"Okay," he said, "In that case, I'll take the bed. Give us a hand to shift the drawers."

That night, we both headed up to bed at the same time. Pete went to the bathroom on the way up, then I followed. As I went into the bedroom, he was still fully clothed, sorting out some of his gear ready for the morning. I started to undress, folding my clothes carefully over the arm of the chair in the corner between our two beds, which were in opposite corners of the room. There were butterflies in my stomach as I wondered what we were both going to wear in bed. Would Pete show some modesty for once and keep on his boxers? Had I the nerve to take off my own underwear, despite the dawning sense of excitement in my groin? As I folded my jeans, Pete started taking his shirt off and placed it on the other arm of the chair. I took a deep breath, Oh well, I thought, maybe if I go first...? I moved over to my corner of the room, turned to face the bed and quickly whipped off my shorts, throwing them onto the chair as I rapidly leaped under the covers. As I looked up to see Peter taking off his own trousers, I could feel my growing semi against my legs. Well, would he follow my lead? Probably at best he'd sit on the edge of the bed and slip them off so I couldn't see anything. Then to my amazement, still standing directly in front of the chair, Pete slipped down his boxers, kicked them off and bent to pick them up. I got a full view of his muscular, perfectly rounded butt, the crack opening slightly as he bent, to reveal a faint fuzz of hair, with just a glimse of his pinkish-brown ball-sack hanging quite low between his legs. My dick was rapidly approaching its full 7½ inches! Now he'll sidle across to the bed and get in, I decided. But, no, to my utter delight Pete quite slowly and deliberately turned to face me and I got the full benefit of his youthful manhood - getting in practice for tomorrow evening at the gym, I mused. Though no monster, it was larger than it had seemed that day in the bath, the contours of the bell-like head clearly outlined through the skin of the enveloping flap, and curved gracefully down, slightly proud of his ample balls, encircled by quite a full thatch of mousy brown hair.

"Goodnight, Andy," He smiled as he circled round and crawled under the covers.
"G'night Pete, " I replied, my right hand gently massaging my now almost fully erect manhood, holding it down between my legs to avoid creating too obvious a tent in the covers. I shifted my position and switched off the lamp beside my bed. Somehow, I couldn't see myself getting much sleep tonight, as I listened to the gentle breathing of the gorgeous young guy just a couple of yards across the room.
I heard him shifing position, "You tired, Andy?" he asked.
"Not really," I replied.
"Me neither. It's tomorrow we go to the gym, isn't it?"
"Yup. We're booked in for 7 o'clock."
"Right. I'd probably best meet you there straight from work."
"Sure, no problem. D'you want me to bring your gear with me, save you taking it all to work with you?"
"Cheers, mate. I'll leave my bag on the bed."
"Don't forget your towel and stuff," I reminded him. (No, definitely don't forget that!)
"I won't. I wonder if they have a sauna? That was always the best bit when we went at the caravan."
"Yeah, they have. The guy showed me when I went to book."
"Oh, great. It's not a mixed one, is it?"
"Nah, it's in the men's changing room."
"That's okay then. They were mixed at the caravan. But I s'pose that didn't matter there."

I didn't mention, did I, that Peter's family caravan was at a Naturist Club? The thought of him frolicking in the buff with all those other naked folk brought my cock jerking to attention.

"By the way, " I said, "I've always wondered, At those Clubs, do you do EVERYTHING naked, or what?"
"No," he chuckled, "People always think that. But it's not like in the Carry On films. They don't confiscate your clothes at the gate! You can keep your clothes on all the time if you want - tho' if you never stripped off folk'd start getting a bit suspicious that you're just there to perve on them. Mostly people just strip off in the pool and that. Tho' some of the old geezers wander round in the buff all day. Not a pretty sight!"
"Oh, that's all right then. I've been on a few nudist beaches and I don't have a problem with that. Seems pretty natural to take you gear off when you're in and out the water. But the idea of cooking and eating in the nude does NOT appeal - not very hygenic, for one thing!"
Simon laughed, "You're right! When we went to France, there was a supermarket on the site, and half the folk went round there starkers. I mean to say, you never knew what might get in your sausages!"
We both laughed. I found this talk quite a turn on, and was gently rubbing away at myself under the covers as we talked.
"Mostly I only ever stripped off in the pool. Or sunbathing as well. But always by the pool, then if things got too exciting you could always dive in and cool off - you know what I mean?"
"I have an idea!" I mused, wondering if perhaps Pete was as 'excited' as me at this very moment. "Did that happen often?"
"Not that much, though it's a bit of an effort sometimes keeping everything under control. Particularly when you go somewhere different and see new people. Somehow if you've seen it all every weekend for years it's not such a turn on. But I remember the very first time me and Michael decided to go for it. We'd dared each other, but we were so nervous; it took us forever to take off our trunks. Then we had to spend about an hour in the pool before we could get out - you know? But after that it wasn't so hard (if you'll pardon the expression!). And even if things did get a bit ..er .. out of hand, nobody took much notice; these things happen. Just as long as you don't rub it in people's faces!"
"I should hope not!" We both snorted like schoolboys.
"Not very british!"
"Definitely not cricket!"
"Now there's a painful thought! Some of the lads used to play tennis in the nude, but they were never as good as the ones who kept their shorts on. I only tried it once, when it was raining, and I soon realised why!"
"New balls please!"
"Exactly! Ah well, I s'pose we'd better get some sleep"
"I guess, g'night now!"
"Sweet dreams!"

He had to be taking the mick! All that talk had certainly given me plenty to dream about, but at that moment sleep was the last thing on my mind. The raging in my groin just wasn't going to give up it seemed. Fortunately, soon the sound of heavy breathing told me that Peter had drifted off to sleep, and, as quietly and steadily as I could, I went to work at bringing myself some relief. Actually, it was quite an erotic experience, stroking long and slow while listening to my roommate's breathing for any signs that might suggest he was wise to my little game. When I eventually came, in a series of long depth-quivering squirts, I wished I hadn't been so scrupulous about tidying my undies away: now I'd have to scrub down the mattress in the morning!
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To be continued.....